outside my window

The scene outside my window is my favorite in the house. It doesn't snow often in southern Pennsylvania, but when it does our street looks like one of those puzzles of a small town in the 40s or 50s, with the red brick houses with their buttercream frosted roofs and sugar-dusted pines. All that's missing is an old, white church with a steeple (although there's one just a few blocks down), and maybe a small pond for ice skating. Our neighbors across from me just put up their Christmas lights a few days ago, and now it's the first thing I see when I wake up in the morning.